Lights Out (Into Darkness, #1)

by Navessa Allen

Maybe it was time to accept the fact that I wasn’t normal, and I never would be. I wanted things most people didn’t, craved darkness and depravity instead of light and love. I’d been fighting my nature for as long as I could remember, and I was tired of it.

Sometime in the past year or two, I’d waded into darkness, and now I was swan-diving into the deep end.

My entire life was devoted to caring for others. I wanted someone to take care of me for once. I wanted someone to want me. No, need me. I wanted a man so obsessed that he hacked into cameras to watch me when he couldn't sleep.

I didn’t want him morally grey. I wanted someone with a soul as black as night. Someone who would burn the world down for me and not lose a single minute of sleep over it.

Aly in her villain era? I would bankrupt myself for front-row tickets to that show.

No plastic surgeon. I’ll wear your mark like the badge of pride it is. To drive his point home, he made a fist, placed it over his heart, and bowed to me like someone from a Tolkien movie.

Laws didn’t apply to the uber-rich, only to those without the money or means to subvert them.

“Get over here, Aly. I’m losing my patience, and you’re not ready for that to happen yet.”

If this man broke my heart, I was screwed, because I had a feeling he was forever altering my sexual cravings.

Why did I think I didn’t get to have good things?

Reader, I puke-laughed. And, no. I do not recommend it.

This breaking the fourth wall had me CRACKING UP

“That isn’t how this works,” she said. “You don’t get to sacrifice yourself for me. This isn’t the medieval times, and I’m not some damsel in distress.”